"Young Master Mo, I..."
Cheng Jia finally waited until Mo Xiuchen finished all his calls. She bit her lip and hesitantly called out to him.
Mo Xiuchen rose from the sofa. His indifferent gaze swept over Cheng Jia as he dropped the words lightly: "Go back and think over it for one night. If you're sincere, come and find me in my office tomorrow."
Cheng Jia turned round, watching Mo Xiuchen walk towards his desk, tidying up his files swiftly, turning off his computer, picking up his keys and leaving.
Her complexion changed: "Young Master Mo, where are you going?"
Mo Xiuchen furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes turning chilling as he looked at her: "Do I need to report to you where I'm heading to?"
Cheng Jia turned pale, shaking her head hastily: "No, Young Master Mo, that's not what I meant."
